Maine use piche se hi jakad liya aur uaske bade boobs maslane laga.Use neck pr kiss karane laga.Mera lund lohe jaisa khada ho choka tha.Aur uske gand ...e darar me set ho chuka tha.Maine uske top me haath dale aur use sahlane laga.Wo bhi apane haatho ko piche lekar mere sir ko sehala rahi thi.Tabhi maine uski top nikal di.Aur uska chehara mere paas leke uske lips se kiss karne laga.Kiss karte hue mai apne ek haath se uske nipple daba raha tha.Aur dusara hath maine uski panty me dala,to wo puri. "Is that the way you act at work?" she wondered.I thought about my answer."It's not really an act," I said. "At work I am expected to behave a certain way. Now that I run the newsroom, that means I have to maintain a relatively serious air. I joke with my people and I don't think anyone considers me a tyrant. But I have expectations of my people, too. For instance, you saw photographers from three newspapers there tonight. Which one do you think was from my paper?" The one who blinded me for. The tone of your voice over the phone told me that you were already “in the mood.” I had ideas for what I wanted to do, but first I wanted to surprise you. So I shaved very carefully, removing every vestige of hair from my chin, cheeks and lips. I knocked on your door, and heard the soft padding of bare feet. You answered the door in that soft bathrobe that looks so good on you and a pair of loose, baggy pajama pants. Not a stitch more. You invite me in and I embrace you, holding you. I wondered if she had to trim it to keep it inside her panties or if the rather sharp edges were natural.Eagerly I reached out for her breasts. Cupped them and squeezed them in my hands so they formed into cones but hardly filling the palms of my hands but I could feel them, the firm shape, almost hard and the nipples! Burning and pushing against my skin hard and pointy.Reluctantly I let my hands slide down over her ribcage, covered in a thin layer of fat, just enough for me to feel the bones.